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It Will Get Lighter

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.


This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

kind of mythopoesis


Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Worse Lift

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

13, H, grate

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Can I see

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

but really the thing should be autonomous


brb i will read and reply sincerely

in a post. I want to be remembered

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it


wait what is that

you have a beautiful account btw